Poetry: Brain pulsing

Poetry: Brain pulsing

Words: Rosie Spence
Image: HsienLoong Lim

Brain pulsing, blood pumping,
the world humming through a pane of glass,
single glazing (fucking freezing)
thinking:
how many others are lying like a foetus
trapped in a darkness
hearts beating, lungs excreting,
engulfed by an irrational thought?

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